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Chapter 3 DISCLAIMING THUNDER

Word Count: 1479    |    Released on: 02/08/2023

or the fact that you're almost helping me get rid of my

are the one who wants to complicate things, or maybe things are not what they seem. Because it seemed to me that that mafioso with whom his girlfriend lef

tter said, that misfortune went well for them, even for Luis, who fel

h, although no one would give him a reason because they had already been sold for scrap. Likewise, he analyzed the soil, took out pendulums, tested the soil, and wrote down each thi

cause you needed me, alt

help, and judging by his scanty luggage, it should be in cash. What a

ive to any blessing, but

arpenter had donated it. While he introduced himself by saying a thousand gadgets, he observed each part of the

chel. What is your na

ery shy young

s is my house, and Mic

udly, smiled,

ng that destroyed your house is very power

hite hand that contrasted with his because it was plump, big, wrinkled, and

g; that's why they

r hand. He looked back a

th her. Right? But fortunately, someone very skilled placed some protections that have served you very well, even with the being that destroyed

er hands tightly, lowered her e

ble to scream. The neighbors came into the house, broke the cans we had for walls, and were very impressed when they saw that creature. We tried to confront it with sticks and knives. But the monster was very fast; it wounded many, including me, she observes (she lifted her dress, showing four scars in a row like a claw and the one from the cesarean section). The whole neighborhood arrived, even the priest, who threw a jar of holy water on him, but nothing seemed to stop him. The police did not come; maybe they thought it

out a little square bottle like the one where they keep the perfume in the movies, spraying all the contents. Then, like an old soap opera leading man, he took out a cigar, lit it, put it in his mouth, and sucked in a puff of smoke. He raised his beautiful face, exhaling a gray jet towards the destroyed roof, and threw the lighter at the beast, which was getting up again. That prevented him from making this move because it was quickly incinerated, and not even the ashes were left to check if that really happened or if it was a product of the imagination of those of us who remember. The hero left, but not before lifting my baby. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes as you did, and he spoke a few words in another language, perhaps English or Quechua. My husband arrived at that

atched his beard, askin

name, or did he have any

them, I don't forget, was like an arrow with two small lines

ng back his big head, and s

gift of being close to these situations,

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